osprey77 Posted June 10, 2012 Report Share Posted June 10, 2012 Heart Song shifted nervously staring up at the imposing house. *Well, I needed a job to get be out of Fillydelphia—maybe Seasaddle bay is the right pace for me. Anyway, I took the job.* The pale-pink earth pony lifted a hoof, rapping on the door. A few days ago, she’s responded to an add requesting a private voice tutor, and the itinerant singer leapt at the opportunity to try out a new area.Heart song wasn’t a traveler by choice, she was looking for a place that felt right, but so far, all the places she’d been: Canterlot, Manehatten, and Fillydelphia, hadn’t suited the quiet mare. *Maybe this will be different* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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